Chapitre 415: Blame It On The Dance
My name is Tony, I am 20 years old and the only son of George and Caroline, who are both 43. I have one sibling, Kate, my 25-year-old very married older sister. Although mum and dad are well respected in the community, we are just an average middle class family. Not supermodels or super jocks/studs.
My parents love to dance and spend a lot of time practicing and competing. They are so committed that they had the entire basement converted into their own personal mirror lined dance studio with a small bedroom and ensuite at one end.
Mum and Dad always hosted the annual family get-together, mostly so that they could show off their fantastic dancing skills. I was especially looking forward to this year's event as I was bringing my girlfriend along for the first time. Although we have been together for about 3 years (and living together for the past 8 months) Sharon has never been able to make it previously because she is a nurse and has had to work.
Usually both sides of the family come over and it's usually a great day with all the grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins catching up, overeating and getting pissed. Just before lunch my parents usually put on their latest dancing routine. They have been together for so many years now that they just melt into each other and instinctively know what the other is doing. I never tire of watching them and have often wished that I could dance they way they do.
This year was another successful reunion and Sharon and I stayed behind to help with the cleanup after everyone had gone. When we had finished we all sat down for one last drink before Sharon and I headed for home.
"I wish I could dance like you guys," I said to both mum and dad
"yeah!" echoed Sharon, "you are fantastic"
"Well, why don't you both go along to the club for some lessons" said Dad "you know your mum and I can help you at other times. It wont take long and you will be dancing just like us."
"Its not that easy Dad. We have discussed it before and Sharon cannot commit to anything because of her work. You know how she works odd hours and is on call. Its just not possible"
"I feel awful," said Sharon "because I know how much Tony would love to dance properly. I even suggested that he go by himself, but he won't do that either."
"Well I have a solution" chipped in mum "how would you like to learn with your Aunt Jane?"
Aunt Jane is my Dad's youngest sister. She is about 7 years younger than Dad, which would make her 36, and is married to a great guy named Barry (Bazza for short) and have two children of their own, both girls, aged 9 and 7.
"Jane told me last week", mum continued, "that she and Barry went to classes but it didn't go very well. Apparently Bazza has two left feet and just couldn't get the tempo, so they just gave up. I could ask her if she would be interested in teaming up with you Tony."
"That sounds like a great idea" said Sharon "that way you and your Aunt Jane both get to learn"
"Hold on, hold on, guys. I'm not sure I want to go dancing with my aunt" I sneered, "What would other people think? And besides, AJ (when I got older I started to Aunt Jane just AJ) may not wish to be seen with her nephew either."
"Don't be silly" said Sharon "its not like you are going to be out with your mates or anything. Its just dancing lessons"
"Let me think about it" I replied, "I'm just unsure, OK?"
Diplomatic Dad then thankfully changed the topic and after about another hour Sharon and I said our farewells and headed off to our own place.
I thought nothing more about the conversation until three weeks later when Sharon picked up a telephone call in the kitchen. I thought she was speaking to one of her girlfriends and got a surprise when after about 10 minutes she yells "Tony, telephone."
I walk into the kitchen and said to Sharon "who is it?"
"You'll find out" she says, plonks the receiver in my hand and marches out.
I lift the phone and tentatively say "Hello"
"Hi Tony, it's Jane" came the response.
"AJ" I stammered, "this is a surprise, is everything Ok?"
"Yes everything's fine thanks" she responded "how about with you?"
"Yep, great."
"Tony, your mum has told me about you wanting to go to dancing lessons and that she suggested to you we could go together."
"yeah that's right" I said
"Well initially I wasn't sure it was such a good idea" she continued "however I have had some time to think about it and maybe we could give it a go. I spoke to Barry and he is happy for me to go with you and I mentioned it to Sharon then and she seems ok with it as well. So what do you think?"
I was dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond. I had not given the suggestion any further thought. "Umm, ahh" I blabbered "can I just speak to Sharon further? It's not that I don't believe you AJ but I just want to make sure she will be ok with it."
"Sure, no problem." she said "I am really quite excited about it now".
We then said our respective goodbyes before hanging up the phone. I turned around and Sharon was watching me with hands on hips, tapping her foot.
"Why didn't you tell Aunt Jane that you would do it?" she said
"I wanted to make sure for myself that you were ok and not feel pressured into anything" I responded
"Of course I am ok" she said "its not like Aunt Jane is some young sexpot that's gonna race you off. She's your aunty for goodness sake. Go on, call her back and let her know its ok"
And that's exactly what I did.
So AJ and I started going to lessons once a week and would go around to mum and dads for additional practice whenever we could arrange it. That was normally once or twice a week in the evening. Sometimes we would make it the afternoon and AJ's girls would come along and watch. Mum and dad never bothered us when we practiced unless we specifically asked them to come down and help. I was always thankful to them for that.
With all the time we spent together AJ and I developed a really great relationship. In the early days I don't think either of us have laughed so much in our entire life. We became pretty relaxed with each other and that showed in our dancing. Although our lessons were limited to the waltz and foxtrot, we became very good quite quickly and even put on a show of our own at the next family reunion.
It was in our second year of dancing that we moved onto learning the Latin dances like rumba and salsa. It was during these lessons that I started to notice AJ as an extremely sexy woman. The ballroom dresses were gone and replaced with very very short skirts and plunging necklines. The first time I saw Aunt Jane in a new outfit was at the dressmakers and I was speechless. She still kept her coppery colored hair high on her head (I don't ever recall seeing it any other way) but it was her hourglass figure that I first noticed. She looked so trim it belied the fact that she had two children. Her legs were a little on the thinker side, probably from all of our dancing, but she walked with a seductive grace that was just so natural and alluring.
Obviously I had noticed Aunt Jane's breasts before but they were always just there. Now, not only were they just there but almost out altogether. I don't know how they were being kept in but I could see they were so full and milky white. I mentally estimated Aunt Jane as about a 36C cup.
"Well what do you think Tony? Is it too much?" Aunt Jane said.
I shook my head in an effort to regain my senses "n... n... no" I stuttered "you look absolutely fantastic. You gotta get that one."
"I'm really not sure" she said, "its seems to be too revealing and is not something that Barry would like me to wear. Besides, I'm too old to be parading around like this"
"Nonsense AJ. You're not old at all and besides, that dress really shows how much of a sexy woman you are".
At that comment Aunt Jane snapped her head around and said "do you really think I look sexy in this Tony?"
"You sure do. I am sure Barry will think so as well" I said.
AJ just started hard at me for what seemed like eternity before saying "Ahaaa, I think I need something a little more conservative".
From that day on I thought of Aunt Jane differently. She had morphed from being my straight-laced aunt to a sexy and desirable woman. Now whenever we danced together I would start to feel aroused when I held her close and felt the softness of her skin or the smell of her hair. I started to notice how deep the green of her eyes were and how they sparkled when she danced.
Aunt Jane never said anything but she must have felt my hardness against her. When dancing the salsa she would have felt my cock rubbing against her leg or arse yet she stayed silent. Sometimes I would notice her looking at me with a strange expression and then it was gone.
About six months after we started learning Latin, we were practicing at mum and dads one afternoon during the week when I could not control myself. Aunt Jane had started to practice in aerobics type clothing that clung to her every curve although she wore a little skirt for modesty.
On this particular day both the girls were watching as usual, clapping and egging us on, when it came to the last move where I would lean Aunt Jane backward then I would go down on one knee while holding her up by the small of her back.
As we finished that move I looked down into AJ eyes and felt this immense feeling of passion. I think she knew what was coming because I saw her expression change immediately. I slowly moved my right hand up from the small of her back, along her rib cage onto her breast. At the same time I lowered my mouth to hers. I heard AJ gasp as my tongue entered her mouth and tasted the sweetness within. I felt her nipple harden under my hand before she pushed me away.
"Tony..., the girls" she spat.
Luckily my back prevented the girls from seeing what had happened between us and they were whooping it up and clapping as usual.
"Come-on girls, that's enough for one day" Aunt Jane said "time we were off". With that AJ picked up all of her stuff and marched out without a backward glance.
Two days later I received a telephone call from AJ. She told me that she had noticed the change between us recently and that she thought it best that we no longer danced together. I apologized for what happened but it did no good. She also told me that she and Barry had been trying for another child, as Barry wanted a son. She had just found out she was eight weeks pregnant and she would use that as an excuse to give up dancing without anyone asking questions. So just like that, it was all over.
I didn't see Aunt Jane until the next family reunion about four months later. She was about six months into her pregnancy and looked fantastic. When she first saw me she gave a little nod and smile of acknowledgement, but nothing more.
As usual mom and dad gave their latest dancing display, which everyone loved. Then someone yelled out for AJ and myself to dance. Although we tried to protest a chant went up from everyone. AJ looked across at me and mouthed.. ok? I nodded, moved to the center of the floor and held out my arms. AJ moved into me and as I looked down into her eyes my feelings were re-ignited.
"Just a slow waltz Tony, OK" she said.
With that, we danced as if we had never stopped practicing. Even though the "baby bump" got in the way a little bit, we were still able to pull off most of our old moves without a problem. We took our bows at the end and I could see the sparkle was back in AJ's eyes.
At about 3.00pm we had to leave because Sharon was working the late shift and I was going to drop her at work on the way back home. As we were saying our goodbyes to everyone Uncle Barry pulled me aside and asked if I drop Aunty Jane off on the way as well. He said that the whole family thing had made her very tired and she need to get some rest. He intended to stay longer with the girls and that way AJ could have some much needed alone time. Naturally I said that I would be more than happy to take her home.
As Sharon and I were getting into the car I heard Aunt Jane say "I'm sorry guys, I didn't know Barry asked you to take me home. I'm ok here".
Sharon immediately protested. "Hey, I'm your nurse!" she exclaimed "I can see you need your rest so get your arse into this car right NOW!"
Without a further word Aunt Jane opened the rear door and started to get in. "Oh no you don't" said Sharon "You get in the front. I have to be dropped off first so its better that way". Aunt Jane started to protest but Sharon would not hear anything more about it.
As Aunt Jane got in the front seat she said "sorry about this" and I replied that it was no problem.
As Sharon talked constantly in the rear I stole glances at AJ. She was wearing a very large maternity dress but it could not hide the sizeable increase in her breast size. On occasion she caught me looking but just gave a little smile.
After dropping Sharon off it was only a further five-minute drive before we arrived at Aunty Jane's home.
"Instead of going to an empty home, would you like to come in for a drink" said AJ
"Are you sure?, you're not too tired are you?" I responded
"I'm fine" she said, "sometimes Barry just worries too much".
We went inside together and as I waited in the lounge area, Aunt Jane fetched me a beer from the kitchen.
We just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say. Finally Aunt Jane said "I love him you know, your Uncle Barry".
I didn't know how to respond so I didn't.
"He's a great dad and a wonderful provider. All of my emotional needs are fulfilled." She continued
Wait, did she say emotional needs? What about physical?
I looked up and Aunt Jane was standing there looking straight into my eyes. I could see she was nervous as she was nibbling at her bottom lip.
I took a deep breath and put my beer down on the table. Aunt Jane's eyes never left mine as I walked over to her.
"I do love him you know" she said again.
I said "I know" then reached up and gently removed the comb from her hair. It was the first time I had seen AJ with her hair down as it cascaded over her shoulders. My hand came down and cupped the side of her face. Aunt Jane closed her eyes as if savoring my touch. I then lifted Aunt Jane's chin and ever so gently ran my tongue across her lips before kissing her properly. AJ opened her mouth and immediately my tongue began to explore her. She invaded my mouth and together the intensity of our kissing increased until we were both gasping for air.
As our mouths swayed in unison I lifted my hand to Aunt Jane's breast, gently coaxed her nipple to hardness before rolling it between my thumb and finger. My cock was so hard it was hurting. I don't think that I had ever been so hard in my life. I am only averagely endowed and partially circumcised but I do think I have a pretty cock, as far as cocks go. Well it's not an ugly one anyway.
Finally we broke away from each other breathing heavily. Not a word was spoken, Our eyes never left each other's as we started to undress ourselves. I did not look at AJ and she did not look at me. Finally, when we were both naked we broke away and looked at each other fully. My breath was taken away. Aunt Jane was so beautiful. Her breasts were still milky white and so engorged. There was a sprinkling of freckles with large pink areola and large elongated nipples.
Beyond her "baby bump" Aunty Jane kept her pubic hair well trimmed. However, to my surprise her pubic hair was ginger. I could see that Aunt Jane had a very pronounced pussy with large pussy lips.
Aunt Jane reached out, took my hard cock in her hand, and pulled me toward her where we immediately began to kiss again. Ever so slowly we sank to the carpeted floor where Aunt Jane opened her legs and I comfortably settled between them, our lips still locked together.
I broke away and looked at Aunt Jane. She gave a slight nod. I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy where she took hold and guided me into her most sacred placed. Words cannot describe the heat, the wetness, the invasion, and the love as Aunt Jane's pussy engulfed my cock.
Our lips locked again as we began to move as one. We settled into our rhythm almost immediately. Our lust and passion lost to the thrust our lovemaking. We squirmed against each other as the intensity rose. Throwing ourselves faster and harder against each other, as if trying to climb inside the other person.
I did not last long. I was spent. My feelings were so intense just being with AJ that I was had almost cum just kissing her. I could feel the pressure build up within me until I could stand it no longer. I yelled out as my seed erupted time and time again until finally I collapsed beside Aunt Jane.
I looked across at the amazing woman laying beside me. She had the sparkle back in her eyes and a sly little grin. But as I watched a saw her change.
"Oh my god, oh my god" she exclaimed "what have I done? Get Out! Please get out Tony" she ordered as she jumped up pulling her clothes tightly to her.
I started to protest
"Please Tony, please just go. We have done the unthinkable." she said as tears were streaming down her face.
As I gathered my clothes and got dressed I looked at Aunt Jane. I knew I could not console her. I knew I could not do anything. I walked over to her and gently kissed the top of her head.
"I love you Jane" I said, then turned and walked out the door.
Three months have passed since I had made love to Aunt Jane on the carpet of her lounge room. It wasn't just a sexual act between us but something so much more. I have never felt such intense and uncontrollable emotion as I did that afternoon. Unfortunately it ended in a disaster when Aunt Jane, or AJ as I call her, ordered me to leave. I tried numerous times to contact her, but she never answered the telephone and eventually I ran out of excuses to tell Uncle Barry, so I just stopped trying.
My life sucked now. I wanted to see AJ again so badly and couldn't bear the thought of her not wanting to see me. I became moody and depressed. My girlfriend Sharon couldn't stand being around me any longer and has moved out. I think that was inevitable anyway but my demeanor just helped the process along a bit. Luckily my work wasn't affected because I tended to throw myself into it just to find some solace.
I could see mum and dad were concerned, but I guess they believed it was all caused by the breakdown in my relationship with Sharon. Poor Sharon. She really was the innocent party and had no idea why I changed so suddenly. She is a good person and I do need to make it up to her somehow. Then again, she will want to know what happened and I don't think saying "Oh it wasn't you're fault, I just had sex with my aunt and fell in lust," would be very helpful. Maybe one day I could just send her some flowers out of the blue. Mmmm, probably not.
The news must have spread amongst the family because my sister Kate also pried herself away from her husband to drop in and see me -- something that never happens. I really don't remember much of her visit except it was one Saturday morning after I had been to war with Jack Daniels. I lost. When I finally came to my senses it was late afternoon and I was laying naked on my bed and wet from head to foot. As much as I try, I cannot recall what happened, but it took a week for my bed to dry out properly.
Now here I was, three months later, in the back of mum and dads car on the way to hospital to see Aunt Jane after the birth of her son. Yes, AJ was six months pregnant on that fateful afternoon. I remember thinking at the time that her 'baby bump' only added to the sexiness of the woman that she is.
I lingered behind mum and dad as they entered AJ's private room and just leant against the doorway. Uncle Barry was there and ecstatic that he now had a son to compliment their two girls. There were congratulations, hugs and kisses all around, but I never saw any of it. My eyes were only for Aunt Jane.
AJ was sitting up in bed and, although she acknowledged everyone, I could see she looked drawn and tired. I sensed that she just wanted to rest. Eventually AJ looked across and spotted me for the first time. As our eyes locked I could see her tense up before she relaxed and snuggled into the comfort of her bed -- the ends of her mouth turned up in the beginnings of a smile.
I was then totally shocked when Aunt Jane said, "Barry, why don't you take George and Caroline to see the baby. I'm sure Tony will stay here and keep me company while you're away, won't you Tony?"
"Sure AJ, of course I will." I walked over to Bazza and said, "Congratulations Uncle Barry," then reached out and shook his hand.
"Thanks Tony," he replied, then turned to Aunt Jane and said, "you make sure you get some rest Hon, we'll be back in about 20 minutes."
After the three of them had left an awkward quietness descended upon the room. Aunt Jane and I just looked at each other for a short time before AJ held her hand out to me. Like a little kid in trouble, I slowly made my way to her bedside and took her hand in mine.
"Your mum tells me that you and Sharon have broken up, she also said that you have been quite depressed about it."
I looked up from the floor, taking in all of AJ as she lay in a mound of pillows with a blanket pulled up onto her stomach. She was dressed conservatively in a light blue cotton nightgown. The deep V of the cleavage did little to hide her beautifully freckled milky white breasts, fully engorged and hard with life giving milk. Her copper coloured hair was not tied up in the usual bun but cascaded in waves onto her shoulders, the fringe framing my Aunt Jane's beautiful face.
As my eyes once again locked onto AJ's, I heard a small gasp escape from her. "I've not been down because of the break up with Sharon, AJ," I said. "It's because you didn't contact me, because you were avoiding me." I then paused, took a deep breath and said, "I love you Jane."
"I so, so sorry Tony," she replied. "I didn't know what to do. There are any number of reasons why what happened between us should never have happened. I am your aunt for god's sake and you are the son of my brother. I am a married woman and I love my husband, your uncle. I am 37 and you are 21. What we did was wrong."
"I know all of that," I interrupted, "but I also know of the desire that I feel for you, that I want to be with you... to make love to you.... far outweighs any of those reasons."
"We could never be together Tony, I have a husband and three children that I love, and you are young and have your whole life ahead of you."
I knew then that I was defeated. I could never do anything to hurt AJ, Uncle Barry or the kids.
"I am sorry that I didn't contact you Tony," AJ continued. "I guess I may have been in shock and disgusted with what I had done. I had committed incest and become an adulteress in one act. I was confused and needed time to think. But as time went by and the more I thought about it, the more I realised that my marriage was still good, the sky had not fallen and the sun still rose every day. Oh don't worry, I also know that for the rest of my life I will always be an adulteress. I cannot take that back. But I have become comfortable with that. We are the only ones who know and I believe I can trust you not to say anything, can't I Tony?"
"Of course you can Aunt Jane. I promise you that I will never utter a word to anyone."
"Thank you," AJ responded. "You know, when I was trying to work myself through all of this I also thought about what we did, I thought about you and how you made me feel, how considerate and gentle you were, about how you felt..."
"I'm sorry that it wasn't for very long," I chipped in with a smirk.
"No it wasn't," she said, matching my grin. "But that doesn't matter. The way you made me feel Tony, that's not something I will ever forget. You made me feel so very special," but before AJ could finish mum, dad and Uncle Barry where back.
"So what have you two been talking about?" Bazza said.
"Well," AJ responded, "I was just telling Tony that when the baby settles down, probably in a few months time, I will be looking to try and get my old figure back. When you walked in I was just about to suggest to him that we take up dancing again."
"That sound like a great idea," responded Uncle Barry. "What do you think Tony?"
I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. I just looked at them both, my mouth agape. Just a few minutes ago I was resigned to never being a part of AJ's life again, and now, "Umm, Ahh," I stumbled.
"He would love to," mum answered for me.
"Good," said Uncle Barry, "that's settled then."
I looked back at Aunty Jane. She mouthed a "thank you" to me then settled back into the comfort of her bed and closed her eyes. Mum and dad decided then that it was time to go so we all said goodbye to Barry then they dropped me home again.
At about 8.30pm that evening I received a telephone call from mum, who sounded distraught. She told me that when her and dad got back home they were walking down the stairs to the basement dance studio when dad tripped and fell down. He was taken to hospital in the ambulance and has broken his left leg in three places and has concussion. She said that he was staying in hospital for a few days and had to undergo surgery to have pins and screws put in the leg. Eventually he would be allowed home but would have to undergo therapy but he would not be dancing again for at least twelve months.
Mum then explained that when dad got home she would need a hand to move him around and up and down the stairs. Initially she asked whether I would be able to drop in and help her after work, but I would not hear of that. I told her that I would move back home for a short period and that I could stay in the small bedroom at the end of the dance studio. It was convenient and had its own ensuite. So about a week later I moved back home.
Dad was not a good patient. He was demanding of mum and he became aggressive. We both understood that he was feeling frustrated, because he had always been very active, so we tried to compensate for the moods.
However, because of the difficulty moving around, dad spent most of his time upstairs in his office or the bedroom. Mum and I found this a good arrangement because in the evening we would have a break from him and stay downstairs and watch television after dinner. This was our relaxing time.
One evening mum said to me, "I heard from your Aunt Jane today. Things are not going too well for her and the baby is not settling down very well."
I pricked my ears up "Oh?" I said.
"Yes, she reckons it's going to be a long time before she is going to be able to get back into the dancing. She said to tell you that she is sorry."
I felt like a truck had hit me. I had not seen AJ since the hospital and the time had been going ever so slowly. Now this. Immediately my mind went into overdrive as I considered whether Aunt Jane could be having second thoughts.
Three nights later I was extremely restless, tossing and turning in bed when, at about midnight, I thought I heard music coming from the dance studio. Although the volume was down low I was still able to hear it, then it suddenly stopped.
I usually sleep naked so I threw on a pair of track pants and slowly opened the adjoining door -- just a crack. I was immediately blinded, just for the seconds it took my eyes to adjust to the light, then noticed mum standing by the CD player dressed in her night attire. She had her back to me so I thought I would sneak up and give her a gruff "So, what's going on here then!" when suddenly the music started again and she took off dancing a solo Viennese Waltz.
I stepped back into the room, just leaving the slightest gap in the door. As I watched I couldn't help feeling sadness for mum. It had never occurred to me how much the impact of dad's injury would flow onto her life as well. Not only did she have to cope with the day-to-day work, anger and frustration from my father, but she also had to forgo the one thing they both loved doing together. What had consumed their lives for so long. As mum swirled and turned I could see she was lost to the music, lost to the dance, lost to the moment.
It was then that I became acutely aware of just how sexy my mother really was. I guess that witnessing the beauty of her dance was the catalyst that transformed her from my mother to a sexually attractive and desirable woman. Of course it may also have had something to do with the small amount of clothing she was wearing as well.
For whatever reason, it was then that I started to look at my mother through different eyes. Mum had just turned 45 years old but I could see that all the years of dancing had kept her body fit and toned. Although gravity is the curse of most women, it had been kind to mum. She stands about 5 foot 7 inches with jet-black hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and eyes that almost match its colour. Some wouldn't like the thickness of her legs but I do, it gave her legs shape and added to the feeling of power that they so obviously possessed.
Like most men I am not a fan of the 'stick' figure that models seem to aspire toward. I prefer my woman to have that hourglass full figure, although mum is quite slim in her body she still has a great shape.
Tonight she was wearing a ruby red tiger stripe kimono type robe that was loosely belted and would flare out every time she rotated or turned. This movement exposed the beige and cream satin and black lace camisole underneath with, what appeared to be, matching French knickers.
The camisole string straps did little to support mums 34B breasts, which happened to bounce invitingly with every step that she took, the material clinging to the conical shape of each breast and clearly defining the nub of both nipples.
I was so caught in the moment that I did not realised the effect mum had on me. My cock had hardened and was straining to be released from my track pants.
And then that it happened. I still remember the bone-crunching thump as mum tripped and fell heavily to the hardwood floor. I sprang out of my room and ran to her side. I bent down and said, "Mum... mum -- are you ok?" I was concerned that she may have severely injured herself.
She just lay on her back with her eyes closed -- sobbing. In between sobs she explained that nothing felt like it was broken other than her pride and her butt felt really sore from landing so heavily.
As I stood back up I innocently asked, "Well, what were you doing anyway?" It was then that I noticed how much of mum was on display. The tie on her robe had come loose leaving it completely open and bunched around her shoulders. Her camisole was twisted to the right, which in turn forced her left breast completely out the side, displaying a dark beige nipple perfectly centered on a rather large, but light pink, areola. Her legs were splayed apart at odd angles and that caused her French knickers to pull tightly across her pelvic area outlining a very prominent pussy.
The effect on my cock was immediate, no time to think distracting thoughts, no time to consider that this woman is my mother, no time to think of any possible consequences, just Bang! Flaccid to steel rod in microseconds.
It was while mum was responding to my previous question that she noticed the tent in my track pants, "I was just doing some dancing prac....," she was saying then cut herself short. She looked up to my face open-mouthed and eyebrows raised inquisitively.
I could feel myself going bright red from embarrassment. I tried to mumble an apology but the words just wouldn't come out. What could I say anyway?
Slowly mum looked away and I think it was then that she realised just how disheveled she was. "Oh my god!" she shrieked as she quickly pushed her breast back and pulled the robe around her. It was now mums turn to be embarrassed.
I found my voice again and said, "Let me give you a hand to get up," and simultaneously offered her my hand.
She looked up at me, still slightly red and said, "thank you son." But as she took my hand I noticed her glance toward my crutch area once again. "I think I best be off to bed now anyway," she continued.
"So what were you doing mum?" I asked again.
"Well, with your dad not being able to dance for another year I didn't want to lose any of my skills either. I have worked too damn hard to get where I have, so I thought I would just continue with some practice, but it looks like that wasn't such a good idea was it!" With that mum said goodnight, turned and hobbled up the stairs.
I watched mum leave then turned off the lights and returned to my room. As I lay on the bed thinking about what I had just witnessed, an idea was starting to form on how I could help mum out, then sleep finally overtook me.
The next morning I woke to the sound of mum getting dad's breakfast ready. My mind immediately wandered back to the events of the previous evening and the sight of my mother in her lingerie. Once again my cock started to harden as I embraced the memory, in the full knowledge that I now had desires for my own mother.
As my right hand sliped under the covers I closed my eyes and slowly started to stroke myself, letting my mind just drift off with the fantasy. My partially circumcised foreskin sliding smoothly up and down the length of my thickened shaft in an ever-increasing rhythm. I could feel myself building to a climax as internal muscles start to propel sperm on its journey from my balls.
Suddenly, "Tooonyyy, breeaaakfaaasst!" mum yells.
I get such a fright that I just grab the nearest thing to cover myself, which just happens to be a blanket I discarded earlier. However in my haste the blanket snags on the ornamental bedside lamp with a large steel base that lands squarely on my crotch. Not only am I doubled over in pain from having my hard cock forced back at an impossible angel, but the globe on the lamp also blows plunging the room into total darkness.
I am writhing on the bed in pain when it occurs to me that I have just got what I deserve for the sick and depraved person that I must be. Firstly I have sex with my aunt and now I have similar desires for my mother. The universe is not so subtly sending me a message.
Eventually I get my breath back enough so that I can get dressed and head upstairs. I have just sat down to breakfast when mum comes back downstairs after giving dad his. I notice that she is limping quite badly so I just look at her and raise one eyebrow.
"Still stiff and sore from last night," she said. "I told your dad that I slipped down the stairs so please don't let onto him what really happened. He'll just end up blaming himself if he knew the truth. Can you do that for me please Tony?"
"Yeah, sure mum. I wont say a thing, but I think I may have a solution. How about if I replace dad until he's fit again?"
"You?" mum said.
"Yes, me. Well, you think about it. It suits us both really. AJ doesn't want to go back to dancing just yet and you don't have a stand in for dad. So, if we get together at least we can both keep up our skills. Ohh I know that I'm nowhere near as good as dad, but at least I can keep you from falling again, heeheehee!"
Mum gives me a playful slap on my arm but I can see her churning the idea over in her mind. Finally she says, "Okay, I think it's a great idea. We can practice every night after you get home and we can work something else out when you move back to your own place in a few months."
Oh my god, what have a let myself in for? Practice every night!
"Mmm, I getting excited," she chortles, "I must go and tell your father that I have traded him in for a younger, sexier model!" And with that she gives me a kiss on the cheek then bounces off toward the stairs with a final, "Thank you Tony."
Sexier? Does mum think of me as sexy? Nooo, I'm sure that was just a figure of speech.
As it turns out, dad was very happy about us dancing together. Apparently he had been feeling really bad about letting mum down after he injured himself, and that had been contributing to his moodiness.
So that evening after I arrive home from work, mum and I square dad away for the night then head down to the studio for our first practice. Mum had already changed into a leotard with a bright green modesty skirt and I went into my room and threw on an old pair of elastic waist shorts with a baggy old shirt. When I came back out I noticed mum was trying to do some warm up moves but was still limping.
"Mum, are you going to be okay to dance?" I say.
"I'm not sure, my bum is still really sore and the top of my left leg feels quite stiff."
"Maybe we had better give it a miss until you are fit again," I respond.
"No, I want to keep trying," she says, "just give me a bit of time to loosen the muscle up a bit. Can I use your room?"
"Of course you can, its your room anyway," I say. With that mum enters my bedroom closing the door behind her.
I start to look through the music selection and after about five minutes mum yells out, "Tony, can you come in here for a sec?"
I knock then slowly enter and notice mum laying face down on my bed. She looks back over her shoulder and says, "I tried to do it myself but I can't reach far enough behind me. This is really embarrassing but do you think you could do the massage for me?"
That was something I never expected, "Umm, yeah... ok, yeah sure," I stumble.
I then carefully hop onto the end of the bed and straddle mums legs, "Is this ok for you?" I ask, "or am I too heavy?"
"No that's fine Tony, I can't feel your weight on me at all."
I then slowly lift up the modesty skirt but mum says, "Get rid of that altogether. It's just held together with Velcro on the side." I find the fasteners and tear them off before lifting myself up and pulling the skirt out from underneath mum.
As I settle back down again I am left gazing at mums heart shaped butt, which is accentuated by each bulbous cheek. Ok, I think to myself, if I'm going to do this I am going to do it properly. With that, I take a large gulp and grab mums right cheek with some pressure.
"Yeow!" mum screams, "for fucks sake go easy will ya!"
I sat there dumbfounded. I had never heard mum swear once in my life and now she had just used the 'F word'. She turns to look at me and says, "I'm sorry honey, but you me hurt so much that it just came out. Come on give it another try, but take it easy this time ok?"
I was just about to grab mums right cheek again when I noticed the edge of a bruise just below the seam of her leotard. "It looks like you have bruised yourself quite badly mum," I say.
"How bad?" mum asks with concern.
"I can't see it properly because it's hidden under your leotard."
"Well just move it and have a look," mum says. "Do I need to go to the Doctor?"
I slip a finger underneath the edge and slowly slide the elastic seam to the left until it falls into her crack of her arse and leaves the right cheek totally exposed.
The bruise was huge but looked as if it was already starting to fade. I would estimate a diameter of about 15cm [6"] and it was pretty much centrally located.
I told mum what I saw and added, "I don't think you'll need to go to a doctor but you will have to be careful though."
"Well, let's try the massage again," she said, "but go lightly okay?"
I carefully placed both hands on mums right butt cheek, which felt really really strange because... well, because she is my mum! However my reservations were soon gone when I realised just how firm her butt muscle was. Mum certainly wasn't one of those women who's tush had so much movement you could get seasick just watching her walk. No this butt was really tight.
Using just my fingertips I gently started a kneading motion starting from the top of her leg and moving upwards. When I got to her waist I would then reverse the motion and move back down again. I continued until eventually I could feel mum relax and the tension go from her. I changed technique and just used my thumbs in a sweeping motion and started to apply a bit more pressure.
"Mmm... that feels good Tony," mum said.
"It would be a lot easier if I had some oil, you better put it on your shopping list."
"Your dad and I used baby oil to massage into our feet after a full days dancing practice. Would that do?"
"Sure, I guess so. Do you have some?" I ask.
"It's in your bathroom, in the cabinet."
I get up and head off to the bathroom and, sure enough, I locate a large bottle of Johnson Baby Oil. When I get back I notice that mum has moved which makes it difficult for me to straddle both her legs. This time I just place my left knee between her legs and straddle only her right leg.
"Are you okay like this mum?" I ask.
"Sure," she responds, "nice and comfy."
I pour some of the oil into the palm of my left hand but, never having used it before, I didn't realise just how thin it was. Before long I have half of my hand full. I try and put some back in the bottle but it just runs down the side the drips onto mum's leg.
"What ARE you doing?" mum says as I put the bottle down.
"I've got too much and can't pour it back."
"Well just use it all and spread it around a bit more."
So with that, I slowly turn my palms over and dribble it down onto the cheek of mum's tush. Unfortunately it must have been a bit cold because mum immediately jumps and, with her butt having the bulbous shape to it, the oil runs down onto her back, her leg, into the crack of her arse and onto the bed.
So this time I gently maneuver my fingers and palms around but, when I look into the widening gap between mum's legs, I again notice her large pouch. I had caught a glimpse of it last night but now, here it was again, and this time the seam of her leotard was only just containing it. The effect on me is instant. I must love large pussies because immediately my cock hardens and tries to escape under the edge of my shorts.
I can hear mum softly moan each time I use one long stroke from the back of her knee up onto her butt and onto her lower back. I apply a bit more pressure but this causes my hands to move more to the left and down into the crack of mums arse. The first time this happened a felt mum jump a bit but she did not protest and her moan got louder.
I must be sooo dim witted because it was not until then that I realised mum was not wearing any underwear. I could see her arse crack so she can't have been. I decide to chance it again and this time I place both hands around her leg and slowly slide upwards. As I near her pussy I let the fingers on my left hand drop down and slide under the seam of her leotard. This forces her leotard further to the left and exposes her to me. There is so much oil it is like a swimming pool. I run my fingers completely along her arse putting a little extra pressure on her sphincter on the way through.
"Are you ok mum?" I ask, but she does not respond.
If mum is not going to object then I decide to push a bit further. I blatantly push the leotard off her arse and expose both cheeks. I massage up and down her arse crack in a sliding motion then push out onto each cheek.
I am so horny by now that I lift myself up and push the elastic down over my cock until pops out and hits me in the stomach. Taking some of the oil off mums back I stroke this onto my cock until it's covered with oil. It's just such a fantastic feeling.
"Please don't stop Tony," I hear mum plead.
I place my hands either side of her head and bend down over her and whisper in her ear, "What was that mum?"
She turns her head to one side and says softly, "Please don't stop."
I look down and place my hard cock between her cheeks and slowly slide it back and forth along her arse crack.
"Ohhh awww," she moans with each motion.
I lean down again and whisper, "Do you like that mum?"
"Oh, yes," she says, "I've never had anyone do that before. It feels really nice Tony."
I continue to run my cock up and down for about another five minutes when suddenly mum urges me to get off. My heart sinks. Here we go again, it's deja vu with Aunt Jane.
I get up and stand beside the bed looking down at mum, my cock pointing straight out like an arrow on a weather vane. Mum turns over and looks up into my eyes then back down to my cock. I then see her reach down to the crutch of her leotard and with a quick jerk she pulls the seam apart, yes, Velcro again.
There before me is mums exposed pussy. I can't believe it. She is completely shaven. Of course, when I think about it, she would have to be to wear some of the dancing costumes, but its her pussy lips that get all of my attention. They are so huge and fat and... well, beautiful.
I look at mum, she is looking back at me with those black eyes, but I cannot read the expression on her face. I get down on my knees beside the bed and between mums legs. I can see there is more than oil around mums labia and know she must be as turned on as I am. As I stare into mums eyes again I lower my mouth onto her pussy and immediately run my tongue along its entire length.
"Ohhhhhh," mum says as she collapses back onto the bed.
I then start to explore every single crevasse. Mum tastes fantastic. She has that sweet musty smell to her sticky vaginal fluid. I have been blessed with a very strong tongue so I roll it up and fuck mum like a mini cock. She liked that. I then insert two fingers into her vagina and start to caress her 'G'spot while simultaneously flicking and nibbling at her clitoris with my tongue.
Mum starts to jump and buck, as her moaning gets louder. I know she is not far from climaxing and increase my pace and pressure. She then grabs the back of my head and forces it harder into her pussy while at the same time her moaning changes to a whimpering noise.
"Tony...please!" was all she said.
I stopped what I was doing and looked toward her. I could see her face screwed up and sweat covering her forehead. Still kneeling on the floor, my eyes never left hers as I lifted each of her legs onto my shoulders, then moved forward so that my cock is lightly pressing the entrance of her pussy. I slowly start to rock forward and back, my cock gently knocking, waiting for permission to come in. We continue to look at each other when suddenly mums labia parted and I enter her most inner self. As I slide fully into mum's sheath we both moan in unison from the pleasure. Mums eyes roll in their sockets as she collapses back while I look to the heavens with my mouth open, each of us lost to our own pleasure.
There is no other feeling like that felt through your cock when entering a woman, nothing that it can be compared to or can even describe it. I am buried completely inside my mother yet it felt so perfect. I could feel her vaginal walls holding me inside of her and the heat she generated was like my cock was on fire.
We strike our rhythm very quickly and slowly increase the tempo of our lovemaking. When I look down and watch my cock enter mums beautiful pussy it intensifies my lust. With each thrust she lifts her arse to meet me until I am entirely within her, then my cock exits glistening with her juices and leaving a circle of white foam at her entrance.
Simultaneously watching and feeling the pleasure sends me over the top. I can feel myself building within to the orgasm that will follow. There is no stopping now as pound harder into mum, trying to put more of my cock inside of her than is physically available. As I increase the tempo I say, "I'm... gonna... cccum,"
"Ohhh yes... don't stop!" she says, and starts to buck wildly while letting out a quiet, "ugh-oh," as she meets my every thrust.
I push hard and lock myself fully into mum as my first string of cum explodes deep within her. For what seems like several minutes I repeat the process until I have deposited every jet of cum within her and I am left dazed and breathless.
I look down and mum still has her eyes closed but with a lovely smile on her lips. I can see that she is in a state of bliss that only adds to the feeling of love I have for her at that moment, even with a leotard half on-half off.
"Aaww," mum says when my limp dick falls out of her. She opens her eyes and smiles broadly "That was wonderful Tony, thank you."
I lay down beside her on one elbow, brushing the hair from her forehead, then lean across and gently kiss her as I run my tongue around the edge of her lips, "No, thank YOU," I say.
"Are you ok with what just happened Tony?" mum asked, concerned.
"I am very, very happy," I respond. "I just made love to a beautiful woman and it was magical, why wouldn't I be happy."
"Thank goodness for that," she said. "I guess because what we did is illegal. Mothers are not supposed to love their sons that way."
"We are two consenting adults mum, I don't regret anything."
"That's good," mum said as she snuggles into me. "When you suggested that you could replace your dad until he was well again, did you mean you would replace him in every way?"
I do not respond, but lower my mouth to hers, and my cock starts to harden once again.
I had just experienced sex with my mother for the first time when she asked, "Are you ok with what just happened Tony?"
"I am very, very happy," I respond. "I just made love to a beautiful woman and it was magical, why wouldn't I be happy."
"Thank goodness for that," she said. "I guess because what we did is illegal. Mothers are not supposed to love their sons that way."
"We are two consenting adults mum, I don't regret anything."
"That's good," she said and snuggles into me. "When you suggested that you could replace your dad until he was well again, did you mean you would replace him in every way?"
I do not respond, but lower my mouth to hers, as my cock starts to harden once again.
It occurred to me then that I hadn't previously kissed mum once during our entire lovemaking. Of course I had used my mouth on her wonderful fat pussy, but that is different. Kissing is more emotionally intimate and I wasn't feeling that with mum.
You know what I mean, its that really special feeling that wells up deep within you when your lips first touch your lovers... the heart palpitations... the rush of adrenalin... the shortness of breath... the stupid mumbles that seem to find their way out of your mouth. I just wasn't getting that with mum, but I wasn't going to stop either.
I broke the kiss then rolled away so that I could stand beside the bed. I held my hand out to mum so that she could get out as well.
Mum stood directly in front of me, looking up with her arms around my waist.
"Did the massage loosen you up mum?" I said. "Or do you think we should skip dancing practice tonight?"
"Mmmm, I am feeling a bit legless at the moment Tony," she said, "and you pumped so much cum into me I won't be able to stop it dripping everywhere," she giggles, before adding in a more serious tone, "I think maybe we should start fresh tomorrow, what do you think?"
I pull mum tight into my body, wrap my arms around her, and just hold her like that for several minutes. Eventually I let her go and bend down to kiss her once again.
Mum puts a hand on my chest and gently stops me. She looks at me with her coal black eyes and says, "Tony, I'm not sure about this anymore. Please don't get me wrong son, what we did was fantastic and magical. But afterwards... well... I still love your father you see..."
"I know mum," I butt in, "It's just not the same is it?"
"No, it's not. Your dad fulfills me in everyway... he completes me, as Tom Cruise would say."
"It's ok mum, I understand. Could I ask you to do something for me though?" I ask.
"Sure, what is it?" she responds.
"I know it might seem really strange mum, considering what we have just done, but... well... do you, do you think I could see you naked?"
With that, mum breaks into fits of laughter. Her reaction only helps to make me go bright red from embarrassment.
When she finally manages to get herself under control again she says, "I'm sorry Tony," still chuckling. "I'm not laughing at your request, but I had honestly forgotten that we were still in a state of half undress from our urgency." Mum then bends slightly and gasps the bottom of her leotard either side of the Velcro strap.
"Can I do it mum... pleeease?" I beg.
She does not say anything but stands up and looks directly at me with a quizzical sort of expression on her face.
I step forward and take hold of her leotard either side of her hips then slowly lift it up. I can feel mums eyes still on me as I watch her pussy come into view. I think it looks fatter because she is completely shaved and smooth. Her mound is so beautiful as it protrudes so full and proud.
As I continue mum lifts her arms high and I quickly negotiate the leotard over her head as she pulls her arms free.
I audibly gasp, and my cock starts to harden once again, as I see my mother in her naked beauty. Her breasts are about a 34B with just a very slight sag to them. They have maintained their conical shape and are topped with a very large light pink areola and beige nipple.
"I think its only fair that I do the same to you," mum says as she starts to undo my shirt buttons.
I watch her breasts swaying as she works the buttons loose. When she has undone the last button I shrug my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My arms move up and pull mum to my chest before encircling her back. We stand there for a short time just holding each other. My heads rests atop hers as I inhale the fragrance of her shampoo.
"Come on you," she says, "I haven't finished yet." With that she kneels down and grasps my shorts by the elastic waist. I can feel her nails biting into my legs as she slowly lowers each side. When the shorts become lodged on my hard cock mum pulls out the elastic with one hand and takes hold of my cock with her other.
"We wouldn't want to damage this now, would we?" she says as I struggle to get my breath back.
Finally, when mum pulls my shorts down completely I raise each foot and step out of them before she tosses them to one side.
Mum sits back on her haunches and looks up at me. "You are my beautiful son," she says as she reaches up and wraps her hand around my hard shaft, "with a beautiful cock," she continues.
"A cock can't be beautiful mum," I say, "and it's just an average size."
Mum starts to slowly stroke me back and forth. "It's a nice size son. You made me feel nice and full, not uncomfortable or like I was going to burst at the seams," she says, "and I like the way your veins stand out on your foreskin. Gives the impression of power and strength."
Mum then does something totally unexpected. She lifts herself off the ground and takes my cock completely into her mouth in one movement. I did not have any time to react as she swallows me completely and flicks the end of my cock with her tongue.
The feeling is so incredible that my legs instantly go weak and I almost collapse, which causes my cock to pop out of mum's mouth. "Ohh! mum... Ohh! mum," I say, "I cannot handle you doing that, I am gonna need to lay down."
I move back to the bed and lay down on my back. Mum gets off the floor and moves across to me.
"My poor baby," she says with a little girlish voice as she places one leg either side of me and sits on my pelvic bone. "Do you think you can handle this then?"
Mum reaches between her crutch, grasps my cock then shuffles back slightly. I feel my cock being rubbed along the length of mum's pussy before she holds me at her entrance and slowly impales herself.
"Ohh mum," I moan, "that feels fantastic."
Mum bends over and whispers, "Would you like me to fuck you?" she says, "would you like your mummy to fuck you hard? Do you want to cum in your mummy?"
"Ohh yes please mum, please fuck me."
Mum sits back up and slowly starts to move up and down. I look down and watch my cock sinking into my mother's pussy, only to be released then consumed by her pussy once again.
Mum increases her tempo and starts to force herself harder down on top of me. I can hear little grunts escape from her with each thrust and the smack as our bodies collide. I take hold of both her breasts and gently massage her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
As my pleasure increases I lift my arse off the bed to meet each thrust then grab mum by the waist and force her harder onto my cock, trying to push myself further inside of her. We are both lost to our own lust and physical needs.
"Mum," I say, "how about doggy style?"
"Oh yeah, baby... that would be really nice... but I can't stop. You feel so good inside of me, I just wanna carry on like this for now."
We have a great rhythm going and as each stroke enters it feels like my mother is on fire. Suddenly I feel the pressure build within me, "I'm almost there, I am gonna cum, mum. I'm gonna cum real soon."
"Yeah baby, I want to feel you cum inside me. Fill me up son, fuck your mother and fill her up with your cum."
Hearing my mother talk like that sends me over the edge. "Aagghh!" I scream as my first string of cum hits the back of mum's cervix.
"Oh yeah... that's it.... don't stop... I'm... gonna... cum... too!" mum says between each thrust of my cock.
When I have nothing left I feel her stiffen and ride me faster still. She squeals as her breath come in short little gasps, then contorts her face as the release of her orgasm finally happens.
"Ohh fuck... ohh god... ohh... ohh," mum says, gradually slowing as my cock deflates inside of her.
With a final breathless, "Ohh f u c k mee," mum collapsed forward onto my chest, then just lay there.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. "Sooo mum, what happened to not being sure about this anymore?" I ask.
"I just couldn't help it," she responded, "I guess I am an easy lay, you must think I'm a real slut."
"Of course I don't mum," I say, then laughingly continue, "whore came to mind more than slut."
Mum playfully belted on my shoulder, "I've never been with anyone else you know. Your father has been my one love, but what we just did was wonderful Tony. It felt really nice to have you love me like that... and really nice to know that you wanted me... physically."
"You are a very desirable woman mum, any man would want to be with you," I say.
"Do you still want to be with me Tony?"
"Yes mum, I do. I think we have some unfinished business to take care of," I reply.
"You know what I said before about being unsure Tony, well... I was unsure because afterwards I didn't feel the emotion like I the love feel for your father. Oh don't get me wrong... I still love you very very much, but... as a mother loves her son."
I start to say that it was okay but mum stops me "Shhh, let me finish Tony," she says. "What we have just done felt fantastic, we just seem to fit together rather nicely and you seemed to know what I liked or needed. This is going to seem really strange to you, after what I have been saying about your dad, but... well... I would like to have more sex with you. It would just be physical Tony, just until you fathers well again, but... but I would like to experiment some more... I want more of what I just felt then. This would be strictly between us Tony, just physical and sexual pleasure. What do you think?"
"Wow mum, I wasn't expecting you to say anything like that. Okay, let me think it over... yep, sounds great to me, ha-ha. Seriously though, I would love to be with you some more, I loved being inside of you mum, you felt incredible. I would love us to continue fucking."
"Don't use words like that around me," she chided, tongue in cheek, "just remember, I'm still your mother you know."
We then continue to talk about dancing and what sort of training we will do, before mum eventually gets off of me and heads back upstairs to bed, with dad.
I jump in the shower, paying particular attention to my withered and slightly sore cock. "Boy, are you in for an adventure," I say to it before collapsing onto my bed for the night.
The next morning I lay in bed thinking about the previous night and wondering again why I didn't feel anything when I kissed mum. Here I was making love to a beautiful woman yet emotionally I didn't feel the way I did with Aunt Jane. Not being able to understand it, I eventually decided to pay AJ a visit and find out from her why she cancelled the dancing. I jumped out of bed, threw on my old pair of shorts and headed up for breakfast.
Mum was busy getting dads breakfast ready when I came in, she looked up at me, smiled, then said, "And how did you sleep last night?"
"Like a log," I responded like I was worn out. Then continued, "I am going out shortly mum, is there anything you want?"
"No thanks Tony, but your sister rang earlier and said she was going to come over this morning to see your dad. She said that she wanted to speak to you about something as well."
"I'm surprised that she can pull herself away from that boring bloody husband of hers," I said. "Did she say why she wanted to see me?" I asked.
"No, she didn't, and don't be like that Tony, he's your sisters husband so just be nice okay."
"Oh, they just give me the shits mum. Kate is just so prim and proper, the typical dutiful butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth housewife and... well, he is just such a dork!"
"Maybe so," admitted mum, "but just be nice, okay?"
"If I don't, will that spoil our deal?" I smirked.
"I was wondering if you were going to say anything," mum said. "How do you feel this morning about what happened between us?" she asked.
"I feel fantastic mum," I say as I take hold of her hand. "Do we have time for some more practice now?" I ask as I run my hand along the inside of her thigh.
I felt her give a quick shudder, "Your sister will be here any minute," she says, "but I think there is every chance lessons will have to continue tonight. In fact, I think we should schedule extended lessons tonight... just to keep you up to the job," and with that, mum quickly kissed me on the top of the head, turned, and took dads breakfast upstairs.
Just as mum left I heard a car pull into the driveway and presumed that it must be Kate. Not being able to handle her snootiness I decided that the time was right to head over to Aunty Kate and Uncle Barry's place.
"I was hoping I would see you Tony."
Damn, not quick enough. "And good morning to you too sister dear," I responded sarcastically, "and where is his Lordship?"
Kate breathed a large sigh and then said, "Your attitude is all getting a bit old Tony don't you think?"
Taking a short time to think about it, I had to agree with Kate. I had been a bit of an arse hole recently, "Yeah, I guess your right sis. I'm sorry... but you've also changed Kate. You used to be so happy and full of life... but since you married fuck-knuckle... oops... sorry... well anyway, you've changed into this toffee nosed-upper class snoot. He's just a boring bloody accountant for gods sake, not the Prince of Persia!"
It was then that I thought I heard Kate mumble something like boring is right, "Sorry I missed that," I said.
"Oh nothing," Kate responded, then continued "I know I've changed Tony. I don't know what or when it happened. It used to be that Saturday and pay nights I was out getting blind drunk with the girls, living from week to week. The next thing I'm married with very few friends and staring at four walls day in, day out."
Kate took a seat at the kitchen table next to me. I sensed that she needed to get this off her chest so I didn't say anything but just waited for her to continue. How old is Kate now anyway? I did some mental calculations. She is five years older than me so that would make her 28, maybe 29, I wasn't sure. She favoured Dad's side of the family. Like Aunt Jane, Kate had ginger-blonde hair but wore hers long and straight with a square fringe just above her golden eyebrows. She was a lot taller than mum, about 5'8", and rather skinny boned, which gives the impression there is a fragility about her. She does have a couple of very good size breasts, which appear to be much bigger than mum or AJ, but they hang quite low. She sort of has that early Gwyneth Paltrow look going but is a lot top heavier.
She let out a huge sigh, "You know Tony, maybe I need to do something completely left field... completely, oh I don't know, completely naughty... just to feel alive again... just for me."
Kate sat in the kitchen chair next to me with one of her long legs curled up underneath her. How do woman do that? Anyway, this caused her denim skirt to ride up higher and I could see the lace edge of her pure white underwear.
I pulled my eyes away and said "Mum told me that you wanted to talk to me Kate. What was that all about?"
Kate appeared to squirm in her seat and looked everywhere around the room except toward me. She um'd and ah'd then finally said, "Do you remember when I can over to your place a few weeks ago?"
"Actually Kate," I responded, "no, I don't. I remember that you came over but I can't recall anything about your visit."
"I'm not surprised, you were totally out of it," she said. "You had thrown up all over yourself and all in your bed. You were a bloody mess and you stunk! Your whole place stunk!"
"Really?" I said in a questioning voice, "I don't remember anything like that." Then it hit me. "So... who cleaned me up... who cleaned my bed?"
Kate just sat there, looked at me, and arched an eyebrow.
"You didn't, did you Kate?" I asked rhetorically, "Oh my god, I am so embarrassed. I'm so very sorry Kate, I didn't know. When I woke up I couldn't remember anything that had happened since finishing work on the Friday afternoon, although I do remember answering the door at some stage and you were there."
"Yes and you were disgusting," she said, "you could hardly stand up, spew was dripping down your chest, your breath was like a sewer and... and well... you were completely naked."
"Oh fuck," I responded as I felt myself going even redder with embarrassment.
"Don't use that language with me Tony. God knows I've heard enough of it from you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I couldn't believe what you were saying. What you wanted to do... with me... your sister!! Oh, I am just repulsed by the thought of it."
"Hold on Kate, I don't know what you are talking about," I begged. "What did I say?"
"I don't know if I can repeat it," she said, "It's just sooo disgusting, not to mention illegal."
Just then mum came back into the room, "Good morning darling," she said to Kate. They gave each other a kiss and mum continued, "So what's so disgusting and illegal?"
Kate and I just looked at each other not knowing how to respond. Kate seemed to gather herself first and said, "Oh I was just telling Tony about something I heard on the radio on the way over mum. It's no big deal."
"Oh, okay," mum said as she went to the kitchen sink and started to wash up the breakfast dishes.
Kate got up from her seat and leaned across the set of cupboards that divided the kitchen from the dining table area where we were seated. She had her elbows propped on the counter and held her head in her hands while chatting to mum about dads condition, the visiting nurse, what's been happening in the neighbourhood and general chit-chat.
I was thankful that Kate hadn't said anything to mum about her visit to my place, but then started to wonder why she hadn't. I couldn't figure it out and eventually decided that maybe she just wanted to keep it between the two of us.
I turned around in my chair to join in their conversation and that's when I noticed how Kate was half laying across the counter top. However it may have been her panty clad arse that first attracted my attention. She must have known that her skirt had ridden up and that I could see her white lace panties. I couldn't believe it, just after she was telling me how disgusting I was she was putting herself on display to me.
Maybe I was overeating, maybe Kate just didn't know or hadn't thought about how vulnerable a position she was in. She had kept her legs closed so I couldn't see anything more that the shadow of her crack enclosed in her heart shaped arse.
Just at this point there was a break in the conversation as mum went outside with the rubbish. I don't know what came over me or what made me do it, but the instant mum was out the door I was up on my feet, placed one hand on Kate's back and forced her harder onto the countertop.
"Tony, what are you doing?" she spat at me as she struggled.
I forced her harder onto the counter, then lent over and whispered into her ear, "So you think your brother is disgusting do you? Well I'm gonna show my prim and proper sister just how disgusting her brother really is."
I think Kate got a real surprise when I then let her go, but what she didn't know was I could see mum was on her way back inside. Just as mum entered the kitchen I leant over the counter next to Kate and put my arm around her shoulder. Kate turned toward me, but only I could see the hostile look she had.
"Oh that's so lovely," mum said, "seeing you two so close like that really makes me feel good."
"Well we love each other mum," I said. Turning to look at Kate I said, "Isn't that right Kate?"
Kate was still staring daggers at me, but didn't get the chance to respond as mum continued on with her conversation.
I then pulled Kate closer to me and whispered, "Fuck you too. Kate." I took my arm from around her shoulders and stood up.
Fuck it, I thought, I had gone this far so why waste an opportunity. I moved the kitchen chair so that it was hard against the counter and then sat down. Without a second thought I moved my hand between the divider and Kate's legs and placed my hand on her left knee.
Kate immediately stiffened and tried to pull herself away. I just increased my hand pressure on her knee so that it was hurting her but not leaving any bruising. I heard her whimper slightly then stop.
Not once had Kate said anything to mum or indicated that something else was going on. Their conversation continued to flow normally, although mum was the one doing most of the talking anyway.
I left my hand on Kate's knee for a short time then started to stroke the front of her leg lightly. She immediately pulled her leg away, so I leant across and grasped the knee of her right leg, forcing my fingers under her kneecap until eventually she brought her left leg back again.
This time I forced my hand between both of her legs and started to stroke the inside of her left leg. I worked my way higher and higher until I felt the edge of her panties. I didn't do anything at first but just left my hand there, letting Kate get used to it. Slowly I slipped a finger under the elastic seam of her panties and instantly felt her pubic hair. Kate immediately pulled her pelvis back but she could not dislodge my hand.
I slowly explored Kate's most private place, running my fingers threw her full pubic hair and along the length of her pussy, until eventually, I felt her juices. I was confused by Kate's physical reaction. As much as I had disgusted her, she was turned on by what I was doing to her.
"Are you still going out Tony?" I vaguely heard mum say.
I got such a fright at being spoken to that I physically jumped, pulling my hand out from inside of Kate's panties at the same time.
"Wha... Wha... What was that?" I stumbled.
"Earth to Tony," mum said, "I asked whether you are going out. You said before that you were going out."
"Yep," I responded, "yeah, I should probably head out now." Luckily when I stood up the counter just hid my huge boner, "See you later on tonight mum, bye Kate."
"See you later son," mum responded.
Kate didn't say anything but was looking directly at the tent in my shorts. I turned and headed back downstairs to my bedroom to have shower and change.
I couldn't believe what I had done. I don't do that sort of thing to women. I respect women. Kate just pissed me off so much that I couldn't help myself.
I had a quick shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around me before heading back into my bedroom. As I entered I pulled up short. Kate was sitting on the end of my bed.
I stood there, feet glued to the floor, not saying anything.
"Anyway," Kate said, "so there you were, naked, the most disgusting sight I had ever seen, and I was your only hope for salvation. I marched you straight into your bathroom and into the shower. You were hopeless. You could hardly stand up so how could I expect you to shower yourself. I decided that I would have to get in and shower you myself, Tony. Except it wasn't that easy. As much as I tried to soap you over and wash you off, all you wanted to do was grope me. You were continually saying things like, fuck you are sexy, I wanna fuck you, fuck'in suck my dick."
I felt a little relaxed by now and said, "I'm sorry that I did that to you Kate. I'm sorry that I said those awful things to you."
"I was shocked," Kate continued, "but then you snuggled into my neck and started lightly kissing my throat. Your hands were all over me Tony, on my breasts, inside my vagina, everywhere. I tried to push you away but... well I couldn't... it felt really nice to have someone want me like that, but I hated myself because it was my brother that turned me on. I couldn't touch you Tony. As much as I felt your hardness pressing into me and I ached to have sexual satisfaction, I just couldn't do that. Eventually I left you in the shower, went and changed your bed sheets and then just walked out. I guess you must have got yourself from the shower into bed sometime after I left."
I didn't know what to do or say. I couldn't explain my actions because I simply didn't know what I had done. I didn't say anything but just walked over and sat down on the bed next to Kate.
"Since that day I have done a lot of thinking," Kate said. "I've thought about my life and what I am now. I like the person I am. But I also liked what you did to me Tony, how you made me feel, how I wanted to feel you inside me. I was so confused I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I the prim and proper housewife or a horny slut for my brother? It took me a while to get to grips with it but... I eventually realised that I am both. I am who I am and I could live two lives. Today was no accident Tony. I had to see whether you really did want me or whether it just the booze that made you say and do those things."
Now it was my turn to be confused. "Phew, that was some confession" I said as I lay back on the bed. "I think you know that it wasn't the booze talking," I said as I closed my eyes.
I felt the bed move as Kate got up but just kept my eyes closed going over in my mind what she had said. I could hear Kate moving around but it was not until I felt tugging on my towel that I opened them again. Kate had shed all her clothing and was completely naked. She had managed to undo the knot, completely exposing my hardening cock to her gaze. Her large freckled breasts hung as pendulums topped with reddish areola and very hard inch long nipples.
Kate placed one leg either side of my hips so that my cock was pointing directly at her pussy. She leaned over, looked directly into my eyes and said, "I'm the prim and proper wife for my husband... now its time to be my brother's slut."
Kate then surprised me by completely turning around and taking hold of my rock hard cock. She slowly started to stroke me, "Mmm, your cock is as beautiful as I remember it Tony," she said, and then I could feel her tongue licking around my engorged head.
"Yeah, that's it sis, suck my cock."
"I'm sorry but I don't swallow Tony, I just can't do that," she said.
"Ohhh... that's ok," I responded, "just keep doing what you are doing... it feels fuckin fantastic."
I was left staring at Kate's full mane of ginger pubes when suddenly she took my cock entirely into her mouth. My groan of ecstasy smothered as she lowered her pussy directly onto my face. My nose was engulfed with the pungent smell of her sex as my tongue parted her pubes and plunged into the valley of her pussy. I grabbed Kate firmly by the arse cheeks and pulled her harder onto my face. I was losing control as Kate increased her pace up and down my cock.
Finally my tongue found her clit and flicked it real hard. Kate gave an involuntary jerk but I held on to her tightly. I then sucked her clit into my mouth and roll my tongue around it at the same time. By this time there was no need to hand onto Kate, she was sitting up forcing her pelvis harder into my face.
"Oh keep doing that, keep doing that," Kate said.
Although I wanted to please Kate, I wanted to fuck her even more. I forced Kate forward again and at the same time managed to extricate myself from underneath her. As I kneeled behind Kate I could see that her pussy was wide open and glistening with her juice and my saliva. I moved forward and placed my cock at the entrance of her cunt. Kate placed her right hand between her legs and guided my cock to her entrance.
"Fuck me Tony," she said, "fuck me now."
I grasped both of Kate's hips and moved forward, pulling Kate back to meet me as my cock entered her. Despite her wetness, Kate was quite tight. I only entered her a short distance before slowly pulling back then pushing my cock into her again. I continued this movement until I had worked my cock completely inside of her.
Kate was grunting a lot and when I was finally inside of her she said, "Oh boy, I have never felt so full before Tony. Please go gentle with me!"
I had no intention of going easy with Kate. For some unknown reason I was feeling aggressive toward her. I pulled back until I was almost out then deliberately plunged my cock hard into her.
"OH, take it easy will ya!" Kate spat.
"Oh No Sis, you are my cum slut and I will fuck you any way I want."
I was like a man possessed. My cock pistoned in and out of Kate as fast as I could move. I continued to hold her by the hips while pulling her onto me as hard as I could. Soon Kate's groans gave way to low moans and little clicking noises as she pushed hard back against my thrusting. I removed my right hand and lightly smacked her arse with each thrust we made until bright red marks were visible. I then licked my index finger and placed it at her sphincter. As she thrust back I plunged my finger in her arse up to the knuckle. This sent Kate wild. She started to thrash around uncontrollably.
The effect on me was immediate. I could hold back no longer. "I'm cuumming," I squealed, as the first pulse of my cock sent a stream of hot white liquid inside my sister. I could feel Kate push hard against me until I had pumped everything I had into her.
As my breathing started to slow and my cock started to deflate, Kate collapsed forward taking me with her. She lay on her stomach with me on her back and my cock still inside of her.
Kate turned her head to one side, "Whew," she said, "I came twice then little brother."
I did not respond immediately but moved my hand down between our bodies until my index finger once again pressed against her puckered arse hole.
"You said I was disgusting Kate," I said, "Well my darling sister, I am gonna go where the sun don't shine, and you are going to suck my cock afterwards."
"Ohh yes please!" was all she said.
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